| It’s kind of crazy
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| How we are slaves to an early grave
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| So we get wasted
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| To see clearer through the haze
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| You gotta shake it off
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| Get back up
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| Show what you’re made of
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| Make your own luck
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| And raise your heart above these streets
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| Put some soul under your feet
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| Take only what you need
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| Raise your heart above these streets
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| Mercy you mercy me
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| It’s kinda frightening
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| To see how much this place has changed
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| You gotta shake it off
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| Get back up
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| Show what you’re made of
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| Make your own luck
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| And raise your heart above these streets
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| Put some soul under your feet
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| Take only what you need
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| Raise your heart above these streets
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| Mercy you mercy me
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| Oh, get your head 'round what you need
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| Oh, get your head 'round what you feel
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| 'Cause this is real |